I'm sorry, my friends. This is my last tabblo. I feel I'm not welcome here anymore.

Your friend Reta asked me to leave this site, because I'm overwhelming people.  She told me I must change my name.  I have no other name but this one my deceased mom gave me.

I thought this would be a nice place so share my original art, my original photos and my even more original poems. But I was wrong. There's no place for me here. Nor for my art. My photos. My poems. Myself.

If you want me to stay, please fill my mailbox with messages, leave one thousand comments asking me not go to away.

But if you think I'm just a bizarre old lady (and you're right if you think so), your cold silence will be enough.

This coffin contains my dreams, my dead dreams. Poems never read, photos never seen. 

As Madonna used to sing,

"This is my quest, to follow that star ...

No matter how hopeless, no matter how far ...

To fight for the right, without question or pause ...

To be willing to march into Hell, for a Heavenly cause ...

That one man (in this case, me, a woman), scorned and covered with scars,

Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,

To reach ... the unreachable star ..."